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REV.  HENRY  J.  VAN-LENNEP,  D.D., 

MISSIONARY  OF  THE  A.  B.  C.  F.  M.,  AT  TOCAT,  IN  TURKEY.  * 


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NEW  YORK: 

ANSON  D.  F.  RANDOLPH,  PUBLISHER, 

683  BROADWAY. 

1863. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1S63,  by 
A.  O.  VAN-LENNEP, 

In  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  United  States  for  the  Southern 

District  of  New  York. 


T  ZKC  DEI  0-E,A.“VS 


OF 

HENRY  MARTYR. 


Henry  Martyn,  tlie  well-known  Missionary,  was,  with 
Brainerd  and  Carey,  a  pioneer  in  the  work  of  Foreign  Mis¬ 
sions  ;  and  to  these  three,  preeminently,  is  to  be  attributed 
the  Missionary  spirit  which  characterizes  the  Christian 
Church  of  the  19th  century.  He  was  an  Englishman,  but 
he  was  still  more  a  Christian;  and  American  Christian 
can  justly  claim  some  ownership  in  his  labors  from  the  fact 
that  his  zeal  had  much  of  its  origin  in  influences  arising 
from  our  side  of  the  ocean.  The  following  statement  is 
taken  from  the  admirable  Memoir  by  Sargeant  : 

“  The  immediate  cause  of  his  determination  to  under¬ 
take  the  office  of  .a  Missionary,  was  hearing  the  Rev.  Mr. 
Simeon  remark  on  the  benefit  which  had  resulted  from  the 
services  of  a  single  Missionary  in  India  (Dr.  Carey) ;  his 


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attention  was  thus  arrested,  and  his  thoughts  occupied  with 
the  vast  importance  of  the  subject.  Soon  after  which,  pe¬ 
rusing  the  life  of  Bavid  Brainerd,  wTho  preached  with  Apos¬ 
tolical  zeal  and  success  to  the  North  American  Indians,  and 
who  finished  a  course  of  self-denying  labors  for  his  Redeem¬ 
er,  with  unspeakable  joy,  at  the  early  age  of  thirty-two,  his 
soul  was  filled  with  a  holy  emulation  of  that  extraordinary 
man ;  and,  after  deep  consideration  and  fervent  prayer,  he 
was  at  length  fixed  in  a  resolution  to  imitate  his  example.” 

Henry  Martyn  resided  and  labored  in  India  and  Persia 
from  1805  to  1812,  and  translated  the  Holy  Scriptures 
into  Hindoostanee  and  Persian.  His  health  having  been 
very  much  shattered  by  his  manifold  labors  and  privations 
he  started  for  home  during  the  latter  year,  but  was  over, 
taken  by  sickness  and  death  at  Tocat,  on  the  16th  of 
October,  and  entered  into  the  rest  of  his  Lord.  The 
following  passages  from  his  Memoir  portray  the  circum¬ 
stances  of  his  death,  rendered  the  more  painful  to  us  from 
the  meagreness  of  our  surmises.  His  Journal,  written 
on  the  road  between  Erzroom  and  Tocat,  has  the  fol¬ 
lowing  : 

“  Oct.  5.  Preserving  mercy  made  me  see  the  light  of 
another  morning.  The  sleep  has  refreshed  me,  but  I  was 
feeble  and  shaken  ;  yet  the  merciless  Hassan  hurried  me  off. 
The  menzil,  however,  not  being  distant,  I  reached  it  with¬ 
out  much  difficulty.  I  expected  to  have  found  it  another 


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strong  fort  at  the  end  of  the  pass,  but  it  is  a  poor  little  vil¬ 
lage  within  the  jaws  of  the  mountains.  I  was  pretty  well 
lodged,  and  felt  tolerably  well  until  a  little  after  sunset, 
when  the  ague  came  on  with  a  violence  I  had  never  before 
experienced.  I  felt  as  if  in  a  palsy;  my  teeth  chattering, 
and  my  whole  frame  violently  shaken.  Aga  Ilosyn  and 
another  Persian,  on  their  way  here  from  Constantinople,  go¬ 
ing  to  Abbas  Mirza,  whom  I  had  just  before  been  visiting 
came  hastily  to  render  me  assistance  if  they  could.  These 
Persians  seem  quite  brotherly,  after  the  Turks.  While 
they  pitied  me,  ITassan  sat  in  perfect  indifference,  rumina¬ 
ting  on  the  further  delay  this  wras  likely  to  occasion.  The 
cold  fit,  after,  continuing  two  or  three  hours,  was  followed 
by  a  fever,  which  lasted  the  whole  night,  and  prevented 
sleep.” 

“  Oct.  6.  No  horses  being  to  be  had,  I  had  an  unex¬ 
pected  repose.  I  sat  in  the  orchard  and  thought,  with 
sweet  comfort  and  peace,  of  my  God — in  solitude  my  com¬ 
pany,  my  friend,  and  comforter.  Oh  !  when  shall  time  give 
place  to  eternity  !  When  shall  appear  that  new  heaven 
and  new  earth,  wherein  dwelleth  righteousness  !  There, 
there  shall  in  no  wise  enter  in  anything  that  dcfileth — 
none  of  that  wickedness  which  has  made  men  worse  than 
wild  beasts — none  of  those  corruptions  which  add  still 
more  to  the  miseries  of  mortality,  shall  be  seen  or  heard  of 
any  more.” 


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u  Scarcely  had  Mr.  Martyn  breathed  these  aspirations 
after  that  state  of  blissful  purity,  for  which  he  had  attained 
such  a  measure  of  meetness,  when  he  was  called  to  ex¬ 
change  a  condition  of  pain,  weakness,  and  suffering,  for  that 
everlasting  c  rest  that  remaiueth  for  the  people  of  God.’ 

“  At  Tocat,  on  the  16th  of  October,  1812,  either 
falling  a  sacrifice  to  the  plague,  which  then  raged  there,  or, 
sinking  under  that  disorder  which,  when  he  penned  his  last 
words,  had  so  greatly  reduced  him,  he  surrendered  his  soul 
into  the  hands  of  his  Redeemer.” 

My  first  visit  to  Tocat  was  in  the  year  1844,  and  one  of 
the  objects  to  which  my  earliest  attention  was  directed  on 
my  arrival,  was  the  grave  of  Henry  Martyn.  The  Arme¬ 
nian  burying  ground,  where  he  was  laid,  is  situated  just 
outside  the  town,  and  hard  by  the  wretched  Gypsy 
quarter,  which  forms  its  eastern  extremity.  It  is  a  most 
barren  and  desolate  spot,  wedged  in  by  lofty  cliffs  of  clay 
slate.  Its  only  verdure,  besides  the  rank  weeds  that  spring 
up  between  the  thickly  set  graves,  consists  of  two  scraggy 
wild  pear  trees,  nearly  dead  from  lack  of  moisture. 

The  late  lamented  Missionaries,  Smith  and  Dwight,  had 
found,  in  1830,  that  the  grave  was  known  to  many  persons 
in  Tocat.  Not  so  after  an  interval  of  fourteen  years,  when 
I  sought  to  identify  the  spot.  The  sexton  of  the  church 
near  by  could  give  me  no  information,  so  I  undertook  the 
search  quite  alone.  Beginning  with  the  graves  lying  at  the 


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outer  edge  of  the  ground  nearest  the  road,  I  advanced 
toward  the  hill,  examining  each  in  its  turn,  until  just  at 
the  foot  of  the  overhanging  cliffs,  I  came  upon  a  slab  of 
coarse  limestone,  some  40  inches  by  20,  bearing  the  follow¬ 
ing  inscription  : 

REV.  VIR. 

G  U  G  .  *  MARTINO. 

SACER.  AC.  MISS.  ANGLO. 

QUEM.  IN.  PATR.  REDI. 

DOMING S . 

HIC.  BERISA.  AD.  SB.  VOC. 

PIUM.  D.  FIDEL.  Q.  SER. 

A.  D.  MDCCCXII. 

II  UNO.  LAP.  CONSAC. 

C.J.  R. 

A.  D.  MDCCCXIII. 

Just  ten  years  elapsed  after  this,  my  first  visit,  when  I 
found  myself  again  in  Tocat,  not  as  a  transient  visitor,  but 
with  the  purpose  of  making  that  city  the  permanent  resi¬ 
dence  of  myself  and  family.  A  little  party  of  us,  without 
delay,  repaired  to  the  hallowed  spot.  Guided  by  my  own 
recollection,  and  the  accurate  drawing  which  I  had  made  at 
my  previous  visit,  we  were  soon  at  the  place ;  but  in  the 
last  few  years  it  had  undergone  a  remarkable  change.  In- 

*  Mr.  Ricli,  British  Resident  at  Bagdad,  who  had  laid  this  monumental  slab, 
was  evidently  ignorant  of  Martyn’s  Christian  name. 


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stead  of  the  slab  of  stone  with  its  inscription,  which  we 
expected  to  see,  we  found  only  a  smooth  surface  of  pebbly 
and  sandy  soil,  overgrown  with  weeds,  no  vestige  of  stone 
or  mound  to  indicate  the  presence  of  a  grave,  yet  there 
remained  the  identical  surroundings,  too  well  remembered 
to  be  mistaken.  Could  it  be  that,  as  it  frequently  happens 
in  these  lawless  regions,  the  stone  had  been  removed  by 
some  ruthless  hand,  and  incorporated  in  the  wall  of  a  neigh¬ 
boring  building?  I  could  not  believe  it ;  and  calling  the 
sexton,  I  directed  him  to  dig  in  a  spot  I  pointed  out.  It 
was  at  a  depth  of  two  feet  from  the  surface  that  a  corner  of 
the  old  stone  came  into  view.  The  soil  and  rubbish,  the 
accumulated  wash  of  ten  successive  winters  were  then  thor¬ 
oughly  cleared  off,  and  we  hoped  the  place  would  in  future 
need  little  attention.  But  to  my  great  surprise,  when  I 
visited  the  grave  the  next  spring,  I  found  it  covered  again 
to  nearly  the  same  depth  as  before.  It  would  seem  that, 
from  the  present  direction  of  the  watercourses  above,  this 
evil  would  be  of  difficult  removal.  Were  a  wall  to  be 
built  of  sufficient  dimensions  to  turn  aside  the  winter  tor¬ 
rents,  it  would  be  looked  upon  as  a  mark  of  distinction  too 
great  for  a  heretic ,  and  the  Gypsy  boys  would  soon  de¬ 
molish  it. 

Some  time  after  this  period  I  was  writing  to  my  excel¬ 
lent  friend,  the  late  Rev.  Mr.  Young,  the  originator  of  the 
Turkish  Missions’  Aid  Society,  respecting  the  labors  of 


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gome  of  our  native  theological  students  in  the  neighboring 
villages,  and  incidentally  mentioned  the  condition  in  which 
we  had  found  the  grave  of  the  noble  Missionary  martyr, 
whose  name  had  made  Tocat  a  hallowed  city  in  view  of  all 
Christendom.  Mr.  Young  soon  after  replied,  saying  that 
he  had  been  deeply  interested  by  my  account,  and  had  con¬ 
sulted  with  the  principal  Chaplain  of  the  Hon.  East  India 
Company’s  Board  of  Directors ;  that  a  liberal  sum  had 
been  appropriated  by  them  for  the  erection  of  a  suitable 
monument,  and  that  I  was  desired  to  remove  the  remains 
to  the  burying  ground  on  the  Mission  premises,  and  to 
suggest  a  model  for  a  monument.  I  wrote  in  reply  that 
fine  marble  could  be  obtained  near  by,  and  that,  although 
the  workmen  were  unskilful,  yet,  I  was  confident  they 
might  be  so  directed  as  to  insure  success,  thus  saving  the 
expense  and  risk  of  sending  a  monument  all  the  way  from 
England  to  our  inland  town.  I  forwarded  a  drawing  of 
the  proposed  structure,  which  was  adopted.  It  was  to 
have  four  faces,  with  the  same  inscription  upon  each,  but 
in  a  different  language,  that  all  might  read  the  honorable 
record.  The  inscription  itself  was  furnished  by  them. 

The  cutting  of  the  monument  was  found  to  be  no  easy 
task.  A  small  model  was  first  cut  out  in  wood  for  the 
direction  of  the  workmen,  but  they  could  not  be  made  to 
comprehend  it.  No  way  remained  but  to  take  the  rule  in 
hand  and  direct  them  where  to  cut.  After  much  time  and 


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labor,  however,  I  had  the  satisfaction  of  seeing  it  completed 
and  meeting  the  approbation  of  all  who  saw  it. 

The  next  step  was  to  remove  the  remains.  Dr.  Jewett, 
who  lately  finished  his  course  by  a  most  sudden  death  at 
Liverpool,  while  on  his  way  back  to  his  Mission,  was  then 
my  associate,  and  we  went  in  company  to  the  place  of  the 
dead,  having  previously  obtained  the  authorization  of  the 
city  governor  and  the  Armenian  Bishop.  After  removing 
the  stone  from  its  place,  we  dug  down  about  two  feet  before 
we  came  upon  any  remains.  Being  aware  that  the  people 
here  bury  their  dead  one  after  another  in  the  same  grave 
until  a  stone  is  laid  upon  the  top  of  it,  we  were  prepared  to 
find  in  this  grave  the  bones  of  persons  buried  there  during 
the  interval  of  about  a  year  which  elapsed  from  the  period 
of  Martyn’s  death  to  the  time  of  the  laying  of  his  tomb¬ 
stone.  And  so  it  proved ;  for  the  relics  first  found  were 
identified  by  my  medical  colleague  as  belonging  to  women 
and  children.  These  were  carefully  removed,  and  we  con¬ 
tinued  on,  removing  the  earth,  which  was  now  unmixed  with 
any  remains  for  the  depth  of  about  one  foot.  Having 
*  reached  this  point,  however,  we  found  parts  of  a  human 
skeleton  of  a  different  character.  There  was  no  coffin,  for 
Orientals  never  use  them.  Henry  Martyn  was  of  course 
buried  uncoffined,  in  immediate  contact  with  the  mother 
soil — literally  “  dust  to  dust.”  There  now  lay  bones  in  a 
state  of  decomposition,  namely,  several  of  the  long  bones, 


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the  right  side  of  the  skull,  and  most  of  the  lower  jaw. 
These,  doubtless,  were  the  real  objects  of  our  search.  We 
carefully  laid  them  aside,  and  on  we  dug  through  another 
layer  of  earth,  underneath  which  appeared  a  mixed  mass  of 
human  bones,  evidently  of  remote  date.  These  in  like 
manner  having  removed,  we  continued  digging  until  the 
lowest  depth  yet  stirred  by  the  sexton’s  spade  was  reached. 

*  There  we  paused  and  mused  as  follows :  Long  years 
ago  a  grave  was  needed  for  the  corpse  of  a  lonely  stranger. 
They  chose  this  spot,  and  all  remains  of  former  inmates, 
found  in  process  of  digging,  were  collected  according  to 
custom,  and  placed  en  masse  at  the  bottom.  These  being 
covered  with  a  considerable  bed  of  earth,  the  “  sacred 

i 

relics”  of  one  of  England’s  noblest  sons  were  laid  upon  it 
and  the  grave  was  filled  up.  For  a  year  it  remained  un¬ 
marked,  and  just  within  its  bosom  were  thrown  some  poor 
outcasts — a  friendless  widow — a  neglected  orphan,  who 
alone  thus  appropriately  shared  the  Missionary’s  resting 
place ! 

The  precious  remains  were  then  reverently  taken  up, 
conveyed  to  the  Mission  premises,  buried  in  a  vault,  and 
the  monument  erected  over  them.  The  name,  encircled  by 
a  carved  wreath,  is  cut  severally  in  English,  Armenian, 
Persian,  and  Turkish,  on  the  four  faces  of  the  obelisk.  On 
the  four  sides  of  the  base  is  the  following  inscription  in  the 
corresponding  languages : 


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CHAPLAIN  OF  THE  HON.  EAST  INDIA  COMPANY, 

BORN  AT  TRURO,  ENGLAND,  FEBRUARY  IS,  1781, 

DIED  AT  TOCAT,  OCTOBER  16,  1812, 

HE  LABORED  FOR  MANY  YEARS  IN  THE  EAST,.  STRIVING  TO 
BENEFIT  MANKIND  BOTH  IN  THIS  WORLD  AND  IN  THAT  TO  COME. 

IIE  TRANSLATED  THE  HOLY  SCRIPTURES  INTO  IIINDOOSTANEE  AND  PERSIAN , 
AND  PREACHED  THE  GOD  AND  SAVIOUR  OF  WHOM  THEY  TESTIFY. 

IIE  WILL  LONG  BE  REMEMBERED  IN  THE  EAST,  WHERE  HE  WAS  KNOWN  AS 

A  MAN  OF  GOD. 

The  spot  where  now  lie  the  remains  of  this  great  and 
good  man  is  the  centre  of  a  terrace  about  50  yards  in  length 
and  30  in  depth,  raised  20  feet  above  the  ground  next  beneath 
it  on  the  side  bill.  Tocat  is  built  in  a  natural  amphitheatre, 
of  which  the  Mission  grounds  occupy  a  portion  nearly  in 
the  centre  of  the  sloping  sides,  commanding  a  fine  view  of 
the  whole.  As  you  stand  by  the  grave,  nearly  the  whole 
city,  with  its  domes,  minarets,  and  tiled  roofs,  lies  spread 
out  at  your  feet,  and  rises  on  both  sides  to  a  considerable 
height,  the  semicircle  of  hill  itself  attaining  an  elevation 
of  at  least  a  thousand  feet.  This  amphitheatre  is  bounded 
on  the  left  by  the  rugged  heights  and  ruined  turrets  of  the 
citadel,  while  a  still  taller  hill,  with  a  lofty  and  rocky  peak, 
closes  the  view  on  the  right.  Beyond  the  town  is  a  broad 
flat,  covered  with  the  rich  vegetation  of  the  gardens  watered 
by  the  Iris,  which  flows  from  the  right  to  the  left.  And 
farther  still,  a  series  of  hills  and  valleys,  studded  with  villas 


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and  covered  with  vineyards,  upon  which  play  the  shadows 
from  the  clouds,  rise  higher  and  still  higher,  until  the  view 
is  closed  in  by  a  lofty  range  of  mountains.  The  terrace- 
which  is  used  as  our  Mission  cemetery  is  enclosed  on  the- 
sides  by  a  wall,  separating  it  from  neighboring  gardens,, 
shaded  with  trees,  and  filled  with  the  sound  of  running 
brooks.  They  are  a  favorite  resort  of  nightingales,  whose- 
warblings  may  be  heard  in  the  early  morn  or  by  moonlight. 

There  is  an  interesting  circumstance  connected  with  thm 
spot,  which  should  not  be  omitted.  The  weeping  willow  is* 
rare  in  Turkey.  The  only  one  I  ever  saw  in  Northern  Asia 
Minor,  was  a  beautiful  specimen  of  that  most  graceful  of 
trees,  growing  in  the  yard  of  the  Catholic  church  at  Tocat : 
it  had  been  brought  from  abroad.  I  begged,  as  a  favor, 
a  few  cuttings  from  it,  and  planted  them  by  a  watercourse,, 
where  they  soon  took  root  and  throve  wonderfully.  Not 
long  after,  a  violent  wind  prostrated  the  parent  tree,  and  it 
perished.  Two  of  the  young  trees  were  transplanted  to* 
Martyn’s  grave,  and  the  rest  to  different  parts  of  the  Mission 
grounds.  Three  years  ago  those  premises  were  destroyed 
by  fire,  and  the  trees  completely  scathed.  The  only  weeping 
willows  I  now  know  in  that  whole  region  of  country,  are: 
those  whose  delicate  boughs  droop  over,  and  with  every 
breath  of  heaven  sweep  athwart  the  monument  of  Henry 
Martyn,  and  of  another  Henry,  my  own  firstborn,  who 
sleeps  by  his  side. 


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When  Providence  sent  us  to  Tocat,  there  to  preach  the 
Gospel,  our  minds  were  strongly  impressed  with  the  belief 
that  God  was  about  to  answer  the  prayers  this  holy  man 
had,  doubtless,  in  his  dying  hour,  offered  for  the  salvation  of 
this  people — prayers  which  had  been  reiterated  ever  since 
by  many  in  all  Christendom,  as  they  perused  the  touching 
narrative  of  his  labors,  his  sufferings,  and  his  death.  This 
belief  proved  to  be  well  founded:  four  months  after  our 
arrival,  twelve,  the  apostolic  number,  made  a  public  profes¬ 
sion  of  their  faith  in  Christ  alone  for  salvation  and  of  their 
consecration  to  Him,  and  were  organized  into  an  evangelical 
church.  During  the  seven  years  of  our  stay,  despite  many 
persecutions  and  trials,  forty-seven  have  thus  been  admitted, 
who  still  honor  their  Christian  profession.  And  it  is  interest¬ 
ing  to  remark  that  while  most  of  them  are  Armenians,  the 
harmonizing  character  of  their  faith  is  shown  by  the  fact 
that  one  is  a  Greek,  another  a  Gypsy  (the  first  of  that 
despised  people  who  has  become  a  convert  in  Turkey),  and 
another,  still,  an  Abyssinian  woman,  who  was  once  a  slave 
stolen  from  her  father’s  house,  and  has  found  here  both 
temporal  and  spiritual  freedom — the  first,  too,  of  this  op¬ 
pressed  race  who  has  professed  the  truth  as  it  is  in  Jesus 
in  this  Missionary  field.  And,  besides,  some  eighteen  young 
men  have  been  educated  here  for  labor  among  their  own 
people,  all  of  whom  are  now,  it  is  believed,  engaged,  in 
some  form,  in  the  great  work  of  spreading  the  knowledge 


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of  the  truth,  while  three  of  them  are  eminently  useful 
ministers  and  pastors. 

It  is  painful  to  cast  a  shadow  upon  this  cheering  picture. 
Stand  by  Henry  Martyn’s  grave,  and  look  behind  you. 
You  see  no  longer  the  school  of  the  prophets,  nor  the 
chapel  where  the  Word  was  once  preached,  but  blackened 
ruins  instead.  The  torch  of  the  incendiary  has  been  there, 
and  the  wrath  of  the  foe  has  burned  down  our  “pleasant 
habitation.”  But  this  work  consists  not  in  stones  and 
mortar.  It  has  its  foundations  in  living  men,  and  these 
the  burning  flames  cannot  reach.  The  God  who  has  already 
done  such  great  things  there,  can  do  greater  still.  We  will 
hope  in  Him  ever. 

The  accompanying  picture,  printed  in  oil  colors,  is  a 
faithful  copy  of  the  original  taken  upon  the  spot.  There 
stands  the  tomb,  facing  the  northwest,  and  shaded  by  the 
weeping  willows.  It  used  to  be  a  favorite  resort  of  our 
students,  and  is  still  visited  by  many  people  of  all  sects. 
One  of  our  pupils  is  preaching  to  an  attentive  hearer,  a 
visitor  from  abroad,  from  the  open  Bible — a  scene  of  frequent 
occurrence.  The  girl  on  the  right  is  the  daughter  of  one 
of  our  church  members.  Bose  bushes  line  the  walks;  a 
lamb  and  a  tame  deer  feed  upon  the  abundant  grass. 
Beyond  the  wall  can  be  seen  the  trees  of  some  of  tho 
neighboring  gardens. 

New  York,  June ,  1863. 


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Bev.  William  Clark,  now  of  Brattleboro’,  Vt.,  but 
formerly  for  several  years  a  Missionary  of  the  A.  B.  C.  F. 
M.,  at  Arabkir  and  Constantinople,  writes  as  follows  : 

June  1,  1863. 

Rev.  H.  J.  V  an-Lennep,  D.  D., 

My  dear  Sir: 

Many  thanks  for  a  copy  of  your  picture 
of  the  u  Tomb  of  Henry  Martyn,”  which  you  have  kindly 
sent  me.  I  prize  it  highly.  Having  visited  the  spot  where 
this  tomb  is  erected,  in  that  secluded  yet  lovely  part  of  the 
Mission  grounds,  at  Tocat,  in  Asia  Minor,  I  can  testify  to 
the  fidelity  and  accuracy  of  the  representation. 

The  persons  introduced  into  the  picture  exhibit  also 
most  strikingly,  as  well  as  truthfully,  the  costume  of  the 
country. 

Yours  truly, 

WILLIAM  CLAEK. 


